The young girl had put on her Sunday dress, an old frock of rough blue poplin, already faded and worn in the folds. She had on a very simple bonnet of black tulle.
"Hallo! you're dressed. Where are you going to?"
"I'm going to Montsou to buy a ribbon for my bonnet. I've taken off the old one; it was too dirty."
"Have you got money, then?"
"No! but Mouquette promised to lend me half a franc."
The mother let her go. But at the door she called her back.
"Here! don't go and buy that ribbon at Maigrat's. He will rob you, and he will think that we are rolling in wealth."
The father, who was crouching down before the fire to dry his neck and shoulders more quickly, contented himself with adding:
"Try not to dawdle about at night on the road."
In the afternoon, Maheu worked in his garden. Already he had sown potatoes, beans, and peas; and he now set about replanting cabbage and lettuce plants, which he had kept fresh from the night before. This bit of garden furnished them with vegetables, except potatoes of which they never had enough. He understood gardening very well, and could even grow artichokes, which was treated as sheer display by the neighbours. As he was preparing the bed, Levaque just then came out to smoke a pipe in his own square, looking at the cos lettuces which Bouteloup had planted in the morning; for without the lodger's energy in digging nothing would have grown there but nettles. And a conversation arose over the trellis. Levaque, refreshed and excited by thrashing his wife, vainly tried to take Maheu off to Rasseneur's. Why, was he afraid of a glass? They could have a game at skittles, lounge about for a while with the mates, and then come back to dinner. That was the way of life after leaving the pit. No doubt there was no harm in that, but Maheu was obstinate; if he did not replant his lettuces they would be faded by to-morrow. In reality he refused out of good sense, not wishing to ask a farthing from his wife out of the change of the five-franc piece.